TWO posts in one night? The universe hates me.

Okay. So, have I mentioned I hate snow? Because I do.

I went outside tonight to shovel. I didn't put on a coat, or gloves, but had on two pairs of pants and a sweatshirt. I also didn't put on a bra. Trust me, I'm not the kind of girl who can go without a bra and have it not be noticed, but I hadn't had one on all day and I figured it was only gonna take a minute, so why not. Even turned on the oven to make dinner when I came back in, figured it'd be that short.

WRONG. I locked myself out. I had no phone, and no wallet. I thought about begging for money to metro to my old neighborhood and sleep at my old house, but decided to give begging for phone usage a try first. So, I went down to the liquor store. They didn't have a phone book, of course. But they let me use their phone. Normally my mom has my landlords phone number. I don't know why, she's crazy. But, of course, since I just moved, I haven't given her my new landlords number. Of course, I couldn't remember a single freaking number except the guy I'd been seeing up until yesterday, so I had to call him and grovel for help. (after a big blow up fight yesterday in which I yelled "FUCK YOU MAN, don't ever call or text me AGAIN") He somehow got over it enough to look up a locksmith for me, and I gave the 24 hour locksmith a call. They wanted a number, and when I went to ask the liquor store owner, they said "No, we can't let you have this number, we're closing." So, I said "I don't have one, I'll just have to wait at my house" and moseyed back on out into the blizzard. Again, sans coat, gloves, and bra. FOR AN HOUR. I sang 99 bottles of beer on the wall, in english AND in french, I counted, I talked to myself. It was great.

After I could no longer feel my anything below my ankles, or elbows, and especially not my buttcheeks, I sucked up my pride and knocked on my neighbors door. You know, the one that's been playing gospel music all week. Turns out he's a super hot dude, with no pants on. Which goes great with my NO BRA look I've got going on. He lets me in to use his phone, and I end up watching tv for over an hour with him (American Idol). Of course, he was way hot, and super nice, and I looked like an idiot.

Finally, after several more calls to the locksmith, as now some 2.5 hours have gone by, they called me back (on Joshua's phone, of course). "I'll be there in 5-10 minutes." So, I finished watching that particular contestant and went back outside. Another half hour or so later, the locksmith (a very cute fella from Israel) had to drill open the lock, and then replace it. $400 bucks later, I was in my house, thank god no fire, mortified that two very attractive men had now seen my in sweatpants, sweatshirt, and no bra.

All that being said, I got a date out of it. The locksmith asked me out by the end of it, and since I tend to lock myself out a lot, I obviously agreed.